The hills are alive
With the sound of music
With song they have sung.
For a thousands years
The hills feel my heart
With the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears
My heart wants to beat like the wings of
The birds that rise from the lake on the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From the church on a breeze
To luagh like s brook when it trips and falls over stones on it's way
To sing through the night, like a lark who's learning to play.
I go to the hills, when my heart is lonely
I know i'll hear
What I've heard before
My heart will be blessed
With the sound of the music
